Fire doubled, brightness rising twice: Lí is the clinging — light's dependence on what it burns, radiance conditioned on care of the fuel. Everything that shines clings to something.
Its counsel is the docility of the cow: brilliance sustained by humble tending. Clarity, like flame, needs feeding and steadiness; it flares and dies when it forgets its dependence. Cling consciously to what illuminates you, and burn with the yellow, balanced light of midday rather than the blaze that consumes itself.
問Lí sees love as flame and fuel: radiant, warm, and dependent — on attention, on care, on what each of you feeds it. Its counsel is steady tending over dramatic blaze; the fourth line's fire that flares up suddenly is thrown away as fast. Even its tears line is hopeful: sorrow fully felt at the turning point clears the light.
Professionally, Lí concerns clarity and what it depends on: your best thinking clings to sleep, structure, and the right collaborations — tend the fuel, not just the flame. It favors work of illumination — analysis, teaching, design — done with midday's yellow balance. In correction, its final counsel: strike the ringleaders of a problem, spare the followers.
Inwardly, Lí asks what you cling to, since clinging is not optional — only its objects are chosen. Attach to what genuinely illuminates: practices, people, and truths that make you clearer. Its emotional honesty is rare — neither drumming false cheer nor lamenting age, but burning steadily at the brightness your fuel honestly supports.
A line speaks only when it is a changing line in your own casting.